A few days later, Chen Xing took a group of subordinates to hold a funeral for the black monster.

The coffin, painted in black oil, sits on the ground, and next to it is a rectangular grave. Everyone bowed their heads in silence and said their final goodbyes.

Pulling out a knife to "see the intestines", Chen Xing fell into thoughts. Looking back, he and the black monster have experienced many things together from enemies to friends, to teachers and doormen, and have become close friends. But I didn't expect that life is impermanent, and I just left.

Giving a treasure knife, fighting back, and giving each other is for love.

In order to find out the enemy's intelligence, he did not hesitate to do so, which is for the sake of righteousness.

The black old monster deserves to be a man with affection and righteousness.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The daughter of the black old monster cried to death, and Qin Gui patted her shoulder and comforted her in a low voice.

"Everything that passes quietly, there is no end to this world. Rest in peace, my dear friend, my companion, my mentor, and your soul will continue ......"

The pastor of the town's only Church of Light, wearing thick glasses, held the eulogy that fell to the ground, and read it softly.

"Your birth and your existence are only to convey that psalm of hope, forever, and I will give you this tear, and we will thank you for the dreams and happy days you have given me. Meet you for the first time in this place, forever. I walked through that gloomy lawn, and I will not be afraid, for your soul is with me......"

The crowd meditated and prayed for the deceased. But at this moment, there was a sudden "snap" behind the pastor, and he was so frightened that he almost rolled off the stage.

Turning his head, a thin arm burst through the coffin, scratching wildly in the air. The crowd was frightened and retreated.

"Father, father!"

The black monster's daughter was stunned for a moment, and then cried and pounced. Qin Gui, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, quickly hugged the black old monster's daughter and prevented her from approaching the coffin, so as not to have an accident.

"Let go of me, my father is not dead, let him out!"

The daughter of the black monster struggled, but Qin Gui refused to let go. The black monster entrusts his daughter to him, and he can't let his old friend down.

"Click!"

Another arm broke through the coffin, then grabbed the edge of the coffin with both hands, and a figure slowly sat up.

The corpse was resurrected, the scene was too terrifying, except for Chen Xing and a group of subordinates, the other people who attended the funeral retreated dozens of meters.

The person who got up from the coffin was indeed a black old monster, but his face was dark, and the only remaining eye was turned up, only the white of the eye had no pupil.

The black old monster unconsciously waved his arms, making a muddy sound in his throat. The gaze is sloppy and there is no focus.

"Be careful, he's not the old ghost we know anymore!" Qin Gui said loudly, as if he had expected it, "He has the blood of a Xuan corpse, and he once told me that there is a possibility that he will be transformed after his death." ”

As he was talking, the "black old monster" seemed to sense something, twisted his neck, stretched out his arms, and stumbled towards Qin Gui and his daughter.

"Let go of me, he my father, he won't hurt me!" The daughter of the black monster cried and wanted to return to her father's side.

Qin Gui hesitated, and for a while he didn't know whether to let go or not. At this moment, the black old monster, which was approaching several meters, let out a strange scream, turned around and ran away.

Chen Xing hesitated for a few seconds, but finally didn't chase after him, watching the black old monster disappear into the endless wasteland.

He had a similar experience of when the sense of self was gone, and the body would be taken over by another soul.

Perhaps, this guy is the best ending. It's better to become a corpse than to die, maybe one day the black old monster will rekindle the fire of his soul and return to everyone again.

A few days after the assassination, the outlying town has returned to its former tranquility.

That afternoon, Chen Xing was resting on a beach chair by the pool, and saw Yuecanlian sitting on a round bench at the four corners, wearing a swimsuit, and holding a fan in both hands to fan the master. Ye Qian and Li Mei stood behind the two, also wearing swimsuits, with their hands folded on their lower abdomen, looking waiting for help.

It's also a good choice to get used to the days of fighting and killing, and to relax once in a while.

The picture is leisurely and comfortable, full of the laziness of a holiday afternoon, and the charm of the erosive life of the aristocracy, which makes people can't help but fight their eyelids and yawn.

"Water ......"

Chen Xing said lazily, as if he was about to lose his breath after a long journey in the desert.

The two maids behind him heard this and immediately took the glass pot and water cup from the Xiaoice box next to them. There were two thin slices of lemon floating in the glass pot, one of them poured water, the other held the cup with both hands, poured it quickly, put on the straw, inserted the fresh lemon slices into the rim of the cup, and brought them to the master with both hands.

Chen Xing straightened up slightly, perhaps because he was too lazy and looked a little struggling. Li Mei hurriedly stepped forward to support his neck, her lips gradually touched the straw, and she took two sips and lay back. At this moment, he is like an old man in his eighties lying on a hospital bed, weak and weak, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a pile of mud.

What is enjoyment, this is enjoyment.

Poolside napping, artificial natural wind, artificial automatic water dispenser.

Chen Xing looked around, his eyes ranging from cool swimsuits to rippling water waves to pretty faces......

He couldn't help but think of the part of Dong Zhuo's entry into Beijing in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, if the place was bigger, there were more women, and then the water in the pool was replaced with wine, would it be possible to reproduce the scene of the year?

Wine pond meat forest, drunk life and dream death.

He quickly gave up on the idea, and if he really wanted to realize it, his wealth would be at least a hundred times greater than it is now. But it's not impossible, if it weren't for the destruction of Ajomu's, he would have a team of maids now.

The old K, who was thinking about it and went to Dragonstone Town to find out the news, is back.

"Master, the matter you asked me to investigate has come to ......light," Old K reported the assassin's situation to Chen Xing.

The three of them are all vassals of the Silverclaw Principality, known as the "Iron Triangle Combination", they are the Galactic Railway Wuhai, the Heavenly Harp Ruth, and the assassination of the snake spirit Zhu Zexi.

"If the subordinates guessed correctly, it must have been instructed by Marquis Wei Haitang."

"It's ghostly!"

Chen Xing slammed the armrests hard, almost breaking up the beach chair.

"Damn Wei Lao'er, you actually caused me to lose a general!" Maybe he was too deep in the play, and for a while Chen Xing regarded himself as Dong Zhuo.

"The Lord is angry, that Wei Begonia is just a grasshopper after the autumn, and it won't last for a few days." Ye Qian was the most clever, and comforted Chen Xing's words. I have to say that this little maid still knows how to please her master.

"Someday, I'll make him pay a heavy price!" After throwing this cruel sentence, Chen Xing leaned back, squinting and pretending to sleep.

At this moment, what he was thinking about was not how to make Wei Haitang pay, but where it would be safer to run.

Staying in Orchid Town is definitely not a long-term solution, this time to come to the three big town guards, next time it will be the lord.

It's really not that he is cowardly and afraid of things, so that he is a small town mayor to go to the trouble of the lord of the principality, his head is not so iron. In addition, Raisie's side is also like a sword hanging over her head, and she doesn't know when she will cut it off.

The most important thing at the moment is not revenge, but how to improve strength, expand power, and make a lot of money......